Realm of the Spider (garavagliat Horror Challenge)

This story is about a creature as old as time itself. To survive it must consume blood. It prefers human blood. It's true shape is that of a large silver spider, but it can transform into human shape at will. It has been trapped for over thirty years in a small cage behind a brick wall in its former home. It waits for freedom and to extract vengence on those who imprisoned it.
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The young girl pulled her car into the slightly overgrown
driveway. She had almost missed the turn off from the freeway.
She had been driving for several hours and had not stopped
along the way. Her long skinny slightly tanned legs ached from
sitting too long. Now finally she had reached her destination.
She grabbed her purse, keys, and travel bag and climbed out of
her late model Volkswagen beetle. She stood a stately six foot
tall. Her hair was the same color her mother's had been, it was
a soft light brown and she had just last year opted to cut it
short. She also had the same eyes that her mother had
possessed, they were hazel. Most people when they first met her
thought she was beautiful. Her name was Ella Cunningham. She
had married her childhood sweetheart two years ago. Now she had
traveled to Green Bow to see if the house her parents had left
her would be ideal living quarters for her and her husband or
another let down.

Ella stood in front of the house on Lee Street. Ella's mother
and father had inherited it from a friend after his rather
bizarre and untimely death. Ella had asked them about him
several times when she was younger, but they both either
ignored her questions or gave some vague mystic answer she
could not understand. Evidently from what her parents had told
her that she could comprehend, he had gone out on his boat and
never returned. No trace of his body had ever been found and he
was eventually declared dead. The stately mansion that Ella
gazed at was his and he had left it to her mother Claire
Albright in his will.

The house had not been lived in for over thirty years and
needed an extensive restoration. The roof had a few missing
shingles and some of the gutters were barely attached. She made
mental notes of things she saw that needed immediate attention.
Several of the window panes were broken, most likely by vandals
or young hooligans. Ella loved the basic look and feel of the
oversized Victorian home and for some reason it reminded her of
a dollhouse her parents had purchased for her. The rest of the
renovations could wait till a later date. Paint would be a plus
for the house since the old paint was starting to peel and
slough off, besides she thought I don't care for the dark gray
color. A coat or two of some nice white paint would give the
old place a totally clean look. Having assessed the damages on
the exterior of the home she found herself walking down the
sidewalk and up the massive stone stairs. This she liked, she
thought to herself at least the sidewalk and stairs would not
need any work done to them. The massive front yard lay in
ruins. The grass had not been cared for and stood at least a
foot tall. The few trees she saw as she walked toward the house
were in desperate need of trimming. Good thing her husband
enjoyed yard work, she thought to herself. At one time she
imagined the place had been immaculately kept, but now it
looked like wilderness which needed taming in the worst sort of
way. She walked slowly to the front door and inserted the key.
She forced the door open and walked inside. The smell of dust
and decay assailed her nose as she entered the house. No time
to chicken out she chided, best get busy.

She spent the day taking measurements of the floors and
windows. Ella paused from time to time and wrote her dimensions
on a layout plan she had printed from one of those home fix it
up places. The interior of the home was not as decrepit as the
outside was. She plotted and designed each room. In the master
bedroom Ella noticed the brick wall that covered the area
against the west wall. She thought it rather odd that anyone
would want such a thing instead of tile or a smooth painted
surface. Her hand touched the surface thinking perhaps there
had been a fireplace in the room and as an after thought the
fireplace had been blocked off to conserve heat. The red brick
felt rough and grainy and Ella flinched as she hit an extremely
rough area. The sharp surface opened a small gash in her right
hand and she cried out in pain. Instinctively she pushed the
injured area to her lips to stop the bleeding.

"That settles it," she said pointing at the brick wall, "You I
don't like and you will be gone."

On the other side of the wall, the spider had sensed someone
was close to the wall. He heard the cry of pain and smelled the
fresh warm blood. Its senses reeled. Just as quickly the
presence was gone, but not before it heard the words the person
had spoken.

At last freedom was at hand. The wall would come down and then
the fun could start. A smile appeared briefly as it planned an
appropriate re-emergence into the human world.

Having tended to her injury, Ella noticed the darkness creeping
in the windows and when she looked at her watch she realized it
was almost six in the evening. She quickly gathered her tape
measure and layout. Having had one last look around she headed
for the door.

"Yep," she said to the house, "you're going to need a lot of
work."

As Ella continued toward the door to start her journey home her
cell phone rang. She dug through her oversized purse and
retrieved it.

"Hello!" she said, "Hi sweetie! Just getting ready to head
home. It might be seven or eight before I get there. See you in
a little. Love you! Bye!"

As Ella was placing her cell phone back in her purse from
somewhere in the upper part of the house she thought she heard
a sound. It was a strange scratching type noise. It was there
quite distinct one moment than just as quickly gone. Her skin
crawled and she felt her heart kick up a decibel. Ella searched
in vain, but was never able to find an explanation for the
peculiar sound. She passed it off as mice or rats and made a
mental note to buy some traps.

Behind the brick wall the spider had heard the sounds of
movement in the house. It hoped whatever the sounds were it
would be found and set free. A large rat unaware the spider was
not as helpless as it seemed, ventured to close to the cage. A
silver silken chord flew through the air and ensnared the
creature. More threads wrapped about the rat's face and front
legs. The spider realizing it had captured its prey began
pulling the subdued rat closer to the cage's side. The rat
squeaked and fought valiantly but soon the spider sank its
fangs into the creature's muzzle and began to suck it dry.

After draining the rat completely the spider felt better.
Perhaps today was not a bad day after all. Having sated its
lust for a bit the spider lulled itself back into a deep
slumber where it devised any number of horrible ways of killing
off its captors.